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Writer's pictureDean Fletcher

Return to the Pirate Play Area 🏴‍☠️

Updated: Mar 24

I could see this being a bad day…I was already being furiously nagged to go the the ‘pirate play area’…yep, it’s back to Folly Farm to make some use of our annual pass. Well, Me, Gray, Alaska and Grandmagsta flash. Yep, I’m chancing a day at Folly Farm with Mags again. Last time we ventured here, she brazenly ploughed me down with her mobility scooter in a fit of rage and bloodlust. Today was not to be a repeat, I made sure that as punishment, she would have to walk the distance of the park!! Yep, she’s disarmed!! Pembrokeshire police can stand down, there’ll be no hit and run by Mags today. Digressing as usual, Jordan did not make the trip with us today, instead she sensibly opted to attend a Dog Show in which Elsa was to (spoiler alert) place better than she did in Crufts, and ironically, qualify for Crufts next year as a result…oh the joys. Well done both.


Back to my day though, it’s where all the fun, anguish and sometimes magic happens.


We hit Folly midday following a morning of errands that only pissed Gray off by delaying our trip to the land of the pirate play area…it’s literally all he cared about.


Do you think I could pass Mags off under the annual pass and save myself a few quid on her entrance fee? Well, I would have liked the opportunity to try. While Mr Honesty, Grayson was quick to point out that “Jordans not with us today, there’s only the 3 of us” to the cashier. Damn you kid, if this is punishment for the delay in getting here, you’ve more than got you own back. Tamping, raging, Paiging mun!!! To be fair though, Mags and Jo don’t really look alike, even if you were partially blind so doubt I would have got away with it anyways…that and the fact that I am honest and would 100% not try to blag free entry for Mags 🙄


Absolutely fuming from the fleecing of £24 for entry fee for a woman who was destined to take a walking tour of the bench’s of Folly Farm, we made our way to the ever fun Tropical trails, only to find that our favourite part, the sloth forest was closed. Great, I can see this £24 entry fee being well worth the 4 hours we’re gonna be here today. Let’s hope more of the zoo is open; or at least the pirate play area!!!


Standard routine goes to the Fun Fair next, sorry kids, payday ain’t for a few days, no cash today for rides I’m afraid…have to kick it old school and swing you both by your ankles while I spin in circles…before all this health and safety bullshit.


Ah well, on to the play area then to watch the kids run riots and forget how to use their ears…though it did give me the excuse to pretend I was supervising Alaska just to use the slides and climbing frames myself…out of the way kids, I paid good money to be here and I’m hitting these apparatus like a year 6 school canteen gym session.


Chasing the kids through the labyrinth of slides, ropes and platforms has worked up our appetite. Time for a quick stop at the cafe for some overpriced food…nothing like paying £30 for 3 sandwiches, a muffin and 4 drinks. Good thing I took out that loan before we arrived…foresight!! Mind you, you’d swear Grayson wasn’t allowed food in the house by the was he was eating like he’s never ate before. Ahhh Ham and Cheese Sandwiches, like crack to a 5 year old apparently.


Right, no time to waste, no time to digest, back to the play area…ffs kids, let me finish my coffee first…umm nope!! Mags supervise the coffee, I’m off to get stuck crawling up some platforms and get jammed in some slides…umm I mean supervise Gray and Loo. Now, what I have figured out from today, and the many days we spend chasing the kids around here…if you wanna take your kids somewhere where they ignore everything you say…this is the place. Honestly, I’m sure they switch their ears on mute mode and have tunnel vision to just run, climb, slide, repeat. It’s exhausting, and the one time I let them crack on on their own…Grayson gets told off for climbing a slide…damn kids, I can’t catch a break.


I did have to laugh mind seeing Grayson superman launching his sister head first down the slide and watching her fly down the slide like a little badass…straight back up she went, but back down a little more cautiously…sensible, learning by reflection…good job Alaska.


And it was all fun and games until she hurt herself…aww little Loo, think we’ve exhausted this part of the zoo, let’s move on.


Fresh from being ignored…we moved on to animals, but not before a trademark Alaska tantrum…not the first of the day, and unfortunately not the last…damn she’s inconsolable and only wanted to spend another day and half in the play area…how unreasonable am I to take her away from that…bad dad!!


All the kicking off and screaming did have an advantage mind…we managed a great closeup view of the Lions as they came to investigate what must have sounded like a distressed gazelle. It’s just Alaskas tantrum sorry guys. No such luck I’m afraid. Mind you, we did get to see them tucking into some mystery meat in their indoor area, getting a front row view to the huge male lion flinging around a dead leg. Bloody hell, this Lion was MASSIVE!! He paws were bigger than my head, and all I wanted to do was cuddle it…hmmm, best not go on Safari Dean.


Where’s Grandma Gray?…”Haha we fed grandma to the lions”…umm cool, I thought I’d recognised the heart tattoo with my name in the middle of it on that leg the Lion was flinging around (I’m Grandmas favourite btw, which is why that joke makes sense incase you were struggling to connect the dots).


She didn’t get fed to the lions btw…I know there was genuine concern, Grayson was embellishing the truth a little…or in lay terms…lying…thank god. Right, ain’t seen the Squirrel Monkeys in a while…wait, is thay monkey dead or sleeping? “He’s dead dad”…oh, ummm…”yeah Alaska likes to say it’s dead because she likes killing people”. Best stay in her good side then, nah! Not like a short little ginger has ever been a serial killer.


Pop in to see the make believe Welsh Wildcats…they must be, they were nowhere to be found…well, unless you believe Gray and the lies he was spouting about spotting a paw…a lie the Mags was quick to support. Honestly though, he could say he saw a bright purple dinosaur and she would swear blind that she spotted it too.


My disbelief sent Grayson into a frenzy where he promptly beat the shit out of me screaming “I’m not lying!!” Whilst Mags shouted words of encouragement like the Mickey to his Rocky…”your a Wrecking Machine Gray, knock him out”. Give it a rest mags or I’ll Clubber Lang you!!


Quick visit to the the giraffe and penguins, and finally made it to the Pirate play area!!! Finally, the only reason we were here…well in Grayson’s eyes anyways. First stop was to hit the maze, in which I was expecting to see Jack Torrance chasing us with an axe, before making our way around the obstacles…”Dad I won!!” Won what? “The race!”…yeah the race to be the biggest dickhead maybe!! Abject cockiness and wildcat lies get you nowhere Gray!!!


“I’m pink beard!!! You’re white beard dad”…shots fired, cheeky bitch I’m only 36…these kids are giving me an all round torrent of physical and emotional abuse today mun…I miss Jo, they do it to her when she’s around instead.


Hide and seek in the giant ship was next on the agenda, where I obviously ended up schooling them both…despite Grayson hiding directly above where me and Alaska were counting, which we could see through the very obvious inch think gaps in the flooring…clever kid 😂. Mind you, Mags, she ended up as the champion though as we forgot she was with us and ended up losing her for almost an hour…congrats Grams, hide and seek champ 2024!!


I’ve had enough, it’s almost home time and by now both kids were adamant that they were good today…I disagreed off the back of the tantrums and physical assault from Grayson and Mags, Oh and a quick impromptu tantrum from Alaska because we needed to return home rather than go back to the play area…how dare I.


I did give in a little bit mind as a trip to Folly Farm is not complete without freshly cooked sugar donuts and chocolate dipping sauce…mmm. The kids enjoy these a little too much and it becomes painful to watch them absolutely cover themselves in a sugar and chocolate combo which I’d be bullied into cleaning up. Great stuff!!


Quick exit stage right through the gift shop…sorry kids, Chessington on Monday, not buying any of this rubbish, and it’s time to wend our way home to await the return of Jo and Elsa. Fun day actually, had a great time and so did the kids…and Mags.

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